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Jun. 1st, 2010

Long story short: I fucked up my Photography interview by being, oh ho, too tired to see straight, and my portfolio turning out less than favourably because of lack of time. So understandably I didn't get in, as we all know the high standards they keep. However 3 hours, a piece of toast and a bottle of water later, I rocked my Art interview, resulting in unconditional acceptance into the course the day after, so I'm a happy bunny. Life goes on, yadda yadda.

I will tag this later, after I have eaten Italian nougat I purcased earlier today, and had a long sleep & read of Robin Hobb's "Shaman's Crossing".